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Archive for August, 2014

We officially have the keys to our first house. It’s rented, but it’s magic. I have wanted a house for the kids for over a decade now. And this house… It’s a 4 bedroom ranch with two bathrooms. Finally enough room that we aren’t tripping over each other just to move around. (We’ve been in a 5 bedroom for the past 6 years. The 5 of us.) The backyard could be classified a park it’s so big and it’s on a non-active air force base. We’re in the old base housing. We actually got an officer’s house. And we’re a 5 minute walk from the airport itself, right down from where they park the Apaches. My boys think they’ve died and gone to heaven. Even the most hesitant of them, Lucas who has only ever know this house and is timid and sensitive, is in heaven. Sambam is just in aw. It’s like she’s been left alone in a candy/toy store. Her favorite part is her closet, she insists she’s going to sleep there. I share the sentiment, it’s been a long time since my clothes haven’t hung from a pipe in the basement. I asked Thomas what the best part about leaving this house was and he waved his arms around to indicate all of it. It’s taken us over 11 years, but Pat and I have finally been able to give our kids what we’ve always wanted for them. I don’t even care it’s rented; that means if shit breaks, someone else has to fix it. The neighborhood is safe, the schools are great, I want to die of old age in this house! We can rent to own so that might damn well happen!

Here is this problem: This very first month, with the costs of moving, and some new financial sources not yet kicking in, we are in the biggest financial pickle we have ever been in. I am asking, hoping, wishing that those who might be able, to kick a buck or two or whatever you can our way. We are desperate. This money wouldn’t be covering shit and giggles, but the essentials of life. If you can help, please visit the donation button to the left which will go straight to my paypal. It’s always been there as a thank you for running this site, and as a little extra something which people have very kindly occasionally offered. But now, I really need it there. If you can’t give, please know we understand and love you all the same. We accept happy thoughts, crossed fingers, and blessing of good luck on this next stage in our family adventure, just as gratefully. There is also the option of sharing this cry for help with those you know? Only if you are comfortable with it. But sometimes, just sometimes, magic happens. And we really could use just a little more. (I’m not lying, this house is pretty magical.)

Photos you ask?

The front of the house, which needs some work but we’re happy to. Thrilled to!

The back yard! I assure you: Sambam and I have already twirled barefoot in that grass. Skirts swirling, heads dizzy, hearts, glowing, mouths laughing.

Ah there she is, exploring our first ever covered parking. We’ll finally be able to keep the kid’s bikes at our place, chained to those pillars. But the neighborhood is perfect for afternoon bike rides.

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My Samantha and her “Lou-Lou” have always had a unique relationship. It is a step beyond your typical brother-sister relationship. They are buddies, but it’s more than that. It’s almost like a twin bond, but they are years apart and that still isn’t it.

A recent example of this is the recent discovery that when she wakes in the early morning light, but isn’t quite ready to face her day, she breaks out of her room (There is a baby gate up that she can get past easily but it’s there as a visible boundary that all children need.) and crawls into bed with him until the day begins. Last night there was a fierce thunder-storm and I fully expected her to land into bed with me, but she didn’t. So I went to check, and sure enough it was Luke’s bed she sought safe haven in.

I have always believed that we all have more than one soul mate. Some are meant to be life-long lovers. Some are meant to be life long friends. Some are meant to come in like a force and leave just as fast, but having played an important life changing role in the eye of the storm of their coming and going. I can name a few of mine, I assume I have more to come.

I have truly come to believe that my Lucas and Samantha are soul mates. In a way, they way they act around each other it’s like they are in love, but in a strictly non-sexual way. (Come on, don’t go there.) They just have this love and need for each other that is fierce and knows no ends. They find comfort in each other when scared. He protects her like it’s his sworn duty, not caring that mommy and daddy would be just as happy, nay honored, to protect her. His patience with her is a patience my Lou-Lou is not well-known for. She can get away with things their big brother could never dream of. When he is in deep need of his personal space, and quiet not letting anyone in, there she is by his side. She doesn’t seem to have to ask to be let in, she’s just in. Sure, she may not know the worries of my troubled little boy, but she seems to know how to treat them. Hell, maybe she does know. They’ve shown signs of being able to read each other’ minds. You jest, but we’ve made the hive mind joke more than once around here and it’s eerie at times.

I am curious to see how their relationship forms over the years as they mature, and it matures. However I’m willing to bet it will only get stronger. She may not always need to crawl into his bed when the midnight storms scare her, but I’m betting if she does need to, he’ll simply role over. Then as they’re grown and separated by more than a hallway, well… I can honestly say that thought breaks my heart.

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